I’ve been whingeing lately to anyone who will listen about how I’ve not been hearing songs that speak to the day-to-day chaos of current events in this country. Well, here’s one that does. It was written in 1965. (I’ve done some editing. I hope John would approve.)

He's a real nowhere man

Sitting in his nowhere landMaking all his nowhere plans for nobody

Doesn't have a point of viewKnows not where he's going to

He's as blind as he can be

Just sees what he wants to see

Nowhere man, can you see me at allNowhere man don't worryTake your time, don't hurryLeave it all till somebody elseLends you a hand